Firestone Hot Springs You're saying the words that I want you to say

The woman's laughter sparked something in Stryx, who was comparable on most days to a humourless stone. Her gaze glimmered with faint amusement, reacting more to the giggling than what she'd initially admitted, and she nodded her agreement. Now that they were side to side this young lady was far too small to be a bear. It was a poor comparison when she was merely pregnant. Thankful that the stranger did not take offence, a tiny smirk drifts across Stryx's face.

It does not last long. The woman admits to being a physician. It is not a rare thing for Stryx to encounter other medics obviously, as she'd come upon Sugar Glider various times by now. But it does surprise her that the woman is so round with new life while also claiming the trade. It is not a pairing she can justify with her current world view.

A physician. She repeats lowly, and makes an effort to observe the grass and plants around them as if the foraging is what's perplexing to her. Stryx tries to gather her thoughts but instead of the cold, detached, clinical guise she dons when around most wolves, she finds herself incised with a potent anger. Perhaps anger is not the right word — but she is offended by the very notion of Speedy and her full womb. It is a knee-jerk reaction, this inflammation of judgement.

You are pregnant. There are many dangerous herbs growing in the wilds, and you risk the lives of your unborn to continue?